Author: Marie

One November evening I received a message from a group of friends asking me to join them on an adventure to go hunt for cabins on Cypress Mountain. I had seen a cabin or two before in passing and so I gladly accepted. Our plan was to get there and spend maybe an hour walking leisurely

I am so terrified of sucking at things. I avoid the things that are scary and intimidating because of my deep fear of failure. On some level, it’s superficial. When I’m embarrassed I blush hard and it becomes a big production that you can see from the back of a room making everything worse. In other